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🧵 Controlled Rebellion by Carli Frueh, 📚 Excerpts:

Chapter 3
Ignited by the Unknown

Looking back on my suicide attempt, I still can’t believe I literally shot myself in the heart. Life had been hard, but not that hard. I tried explaining this to my family…

but they didn’t get it. I’m not weak—I rise to the challenge and knock goals out of the box. I’ve always been the motivator, everyone’s biggest cheerleader, especially my own. “Oooh rah, bitches, let’s go!”—that’s me, leading my hiking group through the roughest terrain…

living by my motto and the group’s name: “Leave no peak left unclimbed.” I’m a survivor, always have been. So when February 1, 2025, rolled around and I tried to end my life—not once, but twice—it didn’t add up. I can’t die, and part of me knows I should be grateful for the…

journey. But something “tried” to end me that day, something that hijacked my body, hell-bent on slashing my time in this dimension. I’ve got my theories, and they veer straight into the mysterious, the terrifying, the unknown.

It was like a fracture in my soul, that moment.

I’ve always been the one to claw my way up, to spit in the face of despair and dare it to hit me harder. So standing there, rifle firm in my grip, the cold metal kissing my chest—it felt like a betrayal. Not of the world, but of “me,” I pulled the trigger, felt the bullet rip

through flesh and bone, a supernova of pain that should’ve snuffed me out. But here’s the kicker: I didn’t die. Blood pooling, breath shallow, I sat there in the drivers seat of my Jeep waiting for the dark to take me, but it didn’t. Something wouldn’t let me go—something…

stronger than the chaos that drove me to that ledge. Was it me, the fighter I’ve always been? Or was it something else, something watching, pulling strings I couldn’t see? That question burns in me still, a live wire sparking in the wreckage of my mind.

The mainstream grey aliens, demons, the otherworldly monstrosities—they’ve been skulking in the corners of my mind since my days in the Chicago projects off Ellis, where my siblings and I scraped by with our mother. My grandmother, forged in the fires of Cabrini-Green…

and my great-grandmother, a survivor of Wentworth Gardens, filled my head with tales that blurred the line between folklore and reality. Were demons just aliens wearing a different mask? Growing up, it damn sure felt that way. My obsession with UFOs—UAPs, as they’re called now—

didn’t come out of nowhere. It was carved into me by three razor-sharp memories from childhood, moments that flipped my worldview upside down, each one a jagged shard of truth lodged in my bones.

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